The love between my first border collie and my youngest son was captivating to watch. She loved everyone but, in her eyes, when he was around he was the only one that mattered, and still was even when he had left home.
Since then, we have been a few within the Misfits Gang.
Teija, our first deaf/blind collie pup was mine. We had that bond that went right down to pure trust, if I was with her she felt she could do anything and did. She was an ace at agility for fun and even did the jumps.
Kali was supposed to be mine, but she had other ideas from the moment she was placed in hubbies arms and remained so right to the very end.
Berezi (born deaf and with vision problems) was mine. After an extensive rescue-run by train journey half way across the country she knew were made for each other and made sure that I knew it as well.
Soli was his dads. He loved everyone, but his dad was the best thing in his little world. If he was in daddy’s arms, then all was right in his world.
Those are the ones sadly no longer with us, but the trend continues with the current gang.
Kashi (born deaf and blind) is a daddy’s boy, to the extent that he treats me like the evil witch of the west, well until dad goes away then he is fine with me.
Maizie is also a daddy’s girl. It was very clear from the moment she was put in his arms that he was the one for her. There were other pups we could have picked, but I think she had already chosen him, maybe before we even got there.
As to Miz-mouse, she is the exception. She loves everyone, no one is special, or maybe that should be that as far as she is concerned … everyone is special.
Now we come to Ali (deaf rescue dog) we were her last chance, if we couldn’t do anything with the fear aggressive, neurotic, abused, traumatised pup then she would have to be put to sleep. It took years, but we never gave up on her. She thinks she might be mine but doesn’t really know how to, until a good friend visited. Ali had been waiting all her life for Bev and is a completely different dog with her. If circumstances allowed they would be together but unfortunately, that is not to be. So, Ali just has to put up with me until Bev visits.
We now have this strange situation where all our dogs are anywhere hubbie is, and the cats can usually be found wherever I am. Talking of cats, there have been a few through the Misfits door but all the ones that I have had that special bond with have had names beginning with T (Trigger, Treacle, and now Toffee). Hubbie always calls them my little familiars so maybe Kashi knows more than us and that deep down I am a witch (hubbie is already convinced of it).